Back in his apartment, Scott unfastened his hair, allowing it to fall loosely around his shoulders. From a cupboard, he retrieved a bottle of Crown Royal and a glass, pouring the amber liquid over a couple of ice cubes. He wandered to the window and looked out over the city lights as he swirled the drink in his glass. His mood was quiet, contemplative.
Hed enjoyed his session with the slave. And hed achieved the sexual release hed hoped for. But still
But still, maybe he was getting too old for meaningless, anonymous sex, just like he was getting too old for dealing with juvenile offenders day in and day out. Maybe it was time to consider a serious change.